The Other Side of the City (Part 1)

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I've told you about my story, right? I had a creative writing class and I had to write a 9-10 page story. Everyone on my class wrote stories and based their characters of their friends. Obviously, I have no friends, so I based my characters on you guys :D

I'll be posting the story in sections because I don't want you guys reading a whole bunch and getting bored. So I'll post the story in 3 parts because my story had 9 pages. Hehe sorry its a bit lame and cheesy in some parts but I hope you enjoy it.

(yeah yeah yeah I know there will be a bunch mistakes shut up and ignore them)

Part 1

Thirty more minutes until the airport. The feelings in my head were all mixed up. I was happy, yet mad and I guess a little scared. Moving across the country was frightening. I was moving away from my friends, though I never really liked any of them. I hated most of the people in my school. They all disgusted me, all of them were annoying and stupid. I was happy to meet new people. I hope they weren’t annoying and as dumb as my old “friends”.

My family and I were here. The airport was huge. When we went though the entrance, I began to shake. My brother looked at me like a freak.
“Why so scared?” Renzo asked me like he was scared too. I ignored the annoying eight year old and took out my phone. I took it out because there was nothing else to do while waiting in line. I had no new messages or missed calls. Wow, I thought people were actually going to be sad that I left, guess not, I hate them all.

We went though the line and security, just the usual when you’re about to go on a plane. After all the waiting and security, we had to wait again for about thirty minutes. My family sat down and we just waited. Memories began to go through my head. When I was seven, my friends and I would always ride our bikes and go to each others house to play with dolls or have some adventure in the backyard. The memory started to fade when I remembered I still hated them. They were nice most of the time, but they were never my true friends. They weren’t there for me. I started to daydream about how perfect friends would be. The friends that would always hang out with you after school. The friends that would always be there for you no matter what. The friends that would never forget about you or leave you out. The friends that you could trust. I wish I had those kinds of friends.

The half an hour actually went by fast while I was thinking of all the things I’ve done here in Nevada. Being in Reno was fun, but you can’t find any good people here. My family got up and started to aboard the plane. It took fifteen minutes before taking off. When we started to fly, I looked out the window for a few minutes. The world out there is an amazing place. My goal in life was to travel all around the world and to have an adventure out there. The world was beautiful, and I wanted to see it. I began to get bored. I decided to take a nap. That’s what I did most on the plane ride. I didn’t want to get dizzy and use my iPod or laptop or anything like that, like my brother. Ugh, this twelve hour plane ride was going to take forever, but oh well. What else better to do in the middle of summer?

It was around dusk. Just a few more hours until paradise. My brother woke me up.
“Leizel! Leize! Leizel! You lazy butt, look out the window,” he yelled at me. Usually I would be too lazy to do whatever my brother told me, even though it would be after a nap, but this time I actually did what he told me. I looked out the little plane window.

Words couldn’t explain what I saw. Through the window, I saw an amazing city. The place looked absolutely beautiful. All the buildings were filled with bright colors. I was very amazed. This is what I love about big cities, they were filled with wonder and amazing color. I was actually glad this time my brother bugged me and woke me up. I was happy to see an amazing city filled with bright lights. Cities like those reminded me of Los Angeles, the place where I’ve always wanted to go, but never have.

After looking at the amazing city we flew over, I went back to sleep. My nap felt really quick even though I slept for about three and a half hours. I began thinking, and that this plane was a bit different. Usually when you go on a long plane ride, you get off one plane and get on another. We never stopped on this plane. I thought that maybe we would get off this one and go on another, but it was already too late. The twelve hours almost past, just about one more hour to go, this was strange.

I told my brother and he started to panic. I wanted to tell my parents but I didn’t want them yelling at me, plus they were asleep and I didn’t want to wake them up. I got the chills. I looked out the window and saw another city. I saw the bright colorful lights. The place looked amazing and familiar. I began to wonder if it was New York. The place looked like times square. I even thought I saw some figure that looked like that statue of liberty. Maybe we were landing since it looked like we were close to the ground. I began to calm down and closed my eyes and started to relax for about thirty minutes. I looked out the window again. The bright lights and the big amazing city was gone.

I started to panic. My family was suppose to land and be in New York. This plane was suppose to drop us off here. New York was the place that where my family was suppose to move too. My stomach dropped and I began to get the chills again. Where were we going then? Did we go on a wrong plane? Why didn’t we land? Where was this plane going? All these questions began coming through my head.

I wanted to wake up my family and yell at them. I wanted to go up to all the passengers and tell them that this plane was weird. Ugh, this was not good at all. I all a sudden got really cold. I couldn’t stop moving, I was shaking really badly. I wanted to cry because I felt so lost. What was going to happen?

I tried to calm down by listening to my iPod. I turned on a peaceful piano piece. I slowly began to stop shaking. My chills went away. I slowly fell asleep. I was still a bit worried. What is going to happen?

I woke up shaking and my eyes were wide opened and I looked frightened. I took out my phone quickly and looked at the time. 11:23 p.m., oh wow. Four hours past. This twelve hour plane ride turned into a sixteen hour flight. I jumped a little. I could hear the wind from outside, which meant we were about to land. I sat still until I knew that the plane had landed.


My parents were strangely calm about this. I explained to them how scared I was for the past twenty minutes. We landed when I stopped lecturing about how worried I was. I quickly took my backpack and ran out the plane as fast as I could. I suddenly stopped when I was in the middle of the airport. I hurried and ran to the huge airport windows. We were on an island. This place looked like a huge major city. It was very dark but colorful from all the lights. The place was beautiful, but I was still scared.


Renzo and my parents found me. They all looked confused and worried like me. I cried out to them “What is this place? Why are we even here?! We were supposed to go to New York, not this strange island! What are we going to do?” Renzo got scared from when I yelled at them. My parents looked frustrated. My mom yelled back at me. “How am I suppose to know? This place looks scary! It looks like one of those cities filled with everything bad and all that stuff, and plus why would you name this island Hurricane?” I cracked up a bit. For an island called Hurricane, this place sure doesn’t look like its been hit by one. My parents ran to the airport desk. Renzo and I followed. They began to complain, I wanted to calm down, so I went to find our luggage.

It only took my less than ten minutes to find out things. I went back to my family. They were sitting down and looked disappointed. I slowly and quietly asked, “So… What’s going to happen?”
My dad looked at me. He replied with, “We are going to have to live here now. We can’t leave.”
Well then, goodbye my life that was going to be in New York.

Our family called for a taxi. My dad explained to me what was going to happen. We had to stay somewhere and now we are finding a place to stay at for now. He said we had to stay here because the island had no way to get out unless you come here by a special plane. Only actors or celebrities or people like that could leave this island. The people at the airport were going to drop our furniture and our other things in an empty house, which will take about a month. We will live in that house when we have our money and our things ready. For now, we just needed to stay at the hotel.

It took us about fifteen minutes to find a hotel. During those few minutes, I looked out the car window and looked around the island of Hurricane. Huge cities like this were always beautiful, especially at night. This place was like Seattle, Las Vegas, LA, Chicago, and all the other big major cities filled with a bunch of bright lights. The only difference is, this city was very quiet. I didn’t see any garbage, graffiti, or anything. The city looked so clean.

The taxi dropped us off and my dad tried to get us a room. Our family waited for 45 minutes to try to get a room. In the end, the waiting was worth it. My dad explained to one of the employees why we came here, we received a free suite. We got excited and went up to our room. We put the room card though the huge double doors and went in our suite. I walked through and I was amazed. I got so excited, that I dropped my stuff and went into the bedrooms. I locked myself in there and went to bed. It was 1:47, and it was about time to rest.

-ThePedoooooo